In the quiet of the day,
I would slowly decay,
While somehow the yearning of my soul grows deeper,
I'd learn to be me,
I'd learn to be free,
As the gentle sway of music passes my way,
Disabling my thoughts,
My heart runs free,
In the fields of my inner being,
I find peace; peace beyond words,
I'm lead to the river of memories,
Where I taste the bittersweet flavours of what has been,
It draws me deeper into a moment of self gratification,
and slowly I start to see...
Who I am...
Me....
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